Our young daughter had adopted a stray cat. To my distress, he began
to use the back of our new sofa as a scratching post. "Don't worry,"
my husband reassured me. "I'll have him trained in no time." :rolleyes: :rolleyes:
I watched for several days as my husband patiently "trained" our new
pet. Whenever the cat scratched, my husband deposited him outdoors to
teach him a lesson. :o :o
The cat learned quickly. For the next 16 years, whenever he wanted to
go outside, he scratched the back of the sofa. :mad: :mad: :mad: